Khalil Kain Wife Novels & Stories

he shouted, and I quickly held him back before he hurt the smirking woman. “Well, maybe you’re mistaken because I never signed anything. You can ask your lawyer or the judge, but Kastor, honey… we’re still married.” She tried to move closer, but he stepped back, clearly disgusted, not wanting her touch. “Stop making up stories, Elaine. I’ve had enough of your lies. I will never, ever take you back into my life.” “We have a child together. I’m still your wife, deal with it. Where’s Kairo? Does he live here, too? I want to see him…”

"What could she do if she finds out? She knows how many women I have!" Aldrich Harris uses offensive words to describe his wife. The anger rushes into Priscilla Miller's heart, she finally falls down to the ground. Jasmine Harris calls the ambulance in a hurry. While she is fumble with the mess, she sees Lucien Gray comes down the broad stairs leisurely. She rushes to him, "Lucien, Hurry! Find someone to turn off the LED screen! My dad is set up by some body!" The scene on the big screen is so unendurable that many guests have already left. Several media reporters who have been invited to cover the engagement shoot their cameras at the screen wildly.

Celine. The name struck like a thunderclap. Not Shirley. Not Katherine. But... Celine...who the hell was she? The woman walked right up to us, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. She turned to the crowd with a theatrical flair. "For those of you who don't know me…" she began, projecting her voice effortlessly. “I’m Celine Montclair. Jeffery Richards' wife." Gasps erupted. I blinked. Did she just say- "I mean, we never had the big wedding. But a private ceremony in Vegas? Champagne, silk sheets, and a promise in front of a half-sober Elvis impersonator. That counts, doesn't it?"

She looked past me, at Zayn and winked. I turned to the unsmiling man behind her, who hadn't said a word. Zayn came forward at that moment, and placed an arm across my shoulder. “Father, mother, meet my fiancèe, Kacie Aurel. And Kacie-” He turned to me, and gestured at his parents. “Meet Sheikh Khalid Fazzal, and my lovely mother, Humairah Fazzal.” His tone was as bland as always. It might have gone unnoticed, but I'd always been sensitive of my surroundings for as long as I could remember. And the stare Sheikh Khalid threw at me wasn't a welcoming one.

Desi thought. outside Desi was typing something on her social media account. "This is a photo of my son Aditya Wijaya and my daughter-in-law named Keysha, Alvaro's daughter; you must know them right? Keysha is the designer and owner of KA Boutique. Their marriage was hidden because of privacy, and in the near future they will announce it in the media, but I can't wait to announce it first. Sorry Mama, Key. " Don't forget that Desi pinned a smile and love sign.

"That's right, Lester. Don't forget about us now that you're doing so well. We used to be so close back in school." "I heard he's not just brilliant but devoted. He and Mrs. Kaine were campus sweethearts who became husband and wife. They're such a perfect couple, it makes the rest of us jealous." Mable Stark blushed and stole a shy glance at Lester before nestling into his arms. Their show of affection drew a chorus of teasing laughter from the crowd. "I heard that Mrs. Kaine's sister has been seen around that rich neighborhood, The Bayview Estates. Maybe she's some rich man's mistress…"

She just nodded “uhn uhn.” “What are you concentrating so hard on?” I asked her. She turned the laptop toward me and it’s a picture of the devil himself with a beautiful woman I don’t recognise, he had his hand around her waist as they smiled big for the camera. The caption read business mogul and billionaire investor Knox Carter with his wife the veteran model Vivian Carter. Wtf!! He’s married? I didn’t know he was married, I’ve never seen him wear a wedding band. Is he a cheat? I had all sorts of thoughts running through my head.

she inquired. Carter chuckled. “You’re sharp. I like that. I own several stocks and bonds that I get . . . nice dividend checks from.” Layla nodded and took a bite of her salad. “So tell me about yourself. I know you’re married with one child. I saw the pictures of you and your family in the Tampa Bay magazine.” “My daughter, Keisha, is three years old. My husband is a neurosurgeon. He has his own practice, and I’m a homemaker.”

"I know. That's why our daughter was this adorable and intelligent. The two of us had the greatest genes after all. Unlike someone. If not for his wife's genes, his sons could've suffered. His wife carried his bloodline." "You little piece of shit. You knew my sister's genes were the best yet you insulted me?" "Of course! You know, up until now, I didn't know how you were Zariah's twin. I mean, you were ugly as hell." Khalil scoffed but didn't say anything. After a minute or two, he glanced to his right with his peripheral vision and smirked. "He's gone?" "Yeah." Santi narrowed his eyes, "I see that Countess Vergara had grown brazen as days passed by."

Police who would be working for Carter and no doubt sabotage our search until Stephanie is … I don’t even want to finish that thought. It’s only been a few days it will be fine. Carter won’t want to rush into anything … although my mind wonders at now that they are ‘married’ whether he will demands certain marital rights from my wife. The thought twists my stomach to the point I feel i’m about to dry heave. He won’t hurt her like that. Right? In the back of my mind I doubt Carter will be that kind. He’s obsession with my wife is dangerous at best and deadly at worst. Sabriana looks me over before she places her hands on her hips. “Let me help Jake. We all want her back safe. The more people